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Slow down, damn you!
You're scaring my dog!
Quit texting and learn to drive, a-hole!
You hit me, douchebag!
Ouch. You punk!
Rapture kit, ten bucks.
I'll wing it.
How about a buck?
Wait... Tire iron!
- Okay. - Stupid city.
They have an incredible law library.
I love all the faculty I've met.
And I'm telling you, Oregon's amazing!
It's, like, 70 degrees,
sunny... you're not gonna win a weather war, sweetie.
It's 70 degrees and sunny every day here in L.A.
Yeah, no, no.
But when I tell you it's beautiful,
it's, like, seriously beautiful.
I mean, you can actually see mountains,
and the sky's blue, not some brown or gray.
And the trees...
The trees are incredible.
Come on, we...
We have trees.
It's not, like, a contest.
I'm just saying it's really nice.
Yeah, the grass is always greener.
Yeah, well, I'm telling you,
the grass actually greener here.
What the hell's going on?
It says they've got, like, three blocks closed.
What for?
They're filming something.
Maybe we should take the freeway.
It says the freeway's worse.
How can it be worse than not moving?
Maybe you go backwards.
Captain wants to know why we
don't have any suspects in those cases.
'Cause my psychic powers are failing me.
Maybe we should take out a billboard:
"Stop killing each other till we catch up, signed... the police."
"Leave more evidence."
You want to grab a bite?
No. I think I'm gonna head up to the park.
The park?
- Yeah. - What for?
- Go for a run. - A run?
Yeah. I want to look at something beautiful.
We got views in this city, right?
That's why we live here.
Hell if I know.
Not bad.
This stupid city.
So tell me how this works.
I'm awake with my wife, and I close my eyes.
I open them.
I'm awake with my son.
And this has been happening since the accident?
So you begin working on one case here in reality,
and then, suddenly, you begin working another case
there in your dream.
It all feels completely real to me.
You can't tell whether you're awake or asleep
at this very moment?
Well, I can assure you,
Detective Britten, this is not a dream.
That's exactly what the other shrink said.
AWAKE S01 Ep05 - Oregon
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These're all of them?
1999 to last year.
Every one gets a vertical slash down the wrist.
After they bleed out,
a postmortem Roman numeral two carved into their torso.
You got all pairs... Two in Minneapolis,
Nashville, Buffalo, Philadelphia,
Lincoln, Ann Harbor, Dallas,
and then, year later, L.A. Last night.
Vic disappeared yesterday.
We got no witness, nothing from forensics yet.
If you ignore the fact Gemini is dead,
this fits his pattern to a tee.
So, what, either he's been resurrected
and is leaving bodies in Griffith Park
or someone found his work inspirational enough to copy.
You know, the Gemini always killed
his second victim within 48 hours
and left it in a paired location.
Two cars in Nashville,
two bathrooms in Dallas.
So this victim turns up in a park.
If the copycat's as good as he looks,
there'll be another one in another park.
Well, there's what, 70,000 acres of parkland in L.A.?
Are you suggesting that we shut it all down?
Well, we got to do something.
Maybe beef up patrols the next couple of days,
put K9 units on the entrances and exits.
Done. Who's getting the Fed?
Why are they sending someone?
I asked for forensics on the previous cases.
FBI told me an agent would be on the next plane.
Ask for an e-mail, they book a plane ticket.
Got to love the government.
Who do you work for, Google?
Look, I'm just asking you to help me out.
She's my daughter, too.
What do you want me to do, Elizabeth?
Bribe her?
I can't force her to get on the phone.
Did she at least get the package?
Why do you do this to yourself?
You know she's trying to hurt you.
I got to go.
I'll call you back.
Divorce sucks.
You are Detective Britten, right?
- Yeah. - Elizabeth Santoro.
Good to meet you.
Did you bring the case file?
Yeah. It's in the car.
Shall we?
As copycats go, your guy's pretty good.
You're positive it's a copycat?
Am I positive?
Just asking.
How many cases have you had
in the last 12 years, Detective Britten?
I don't know... hundreds.
Well, I've had one.
The Gemini killer.
You know what they give you after 12 years on one case?
- No. - Book deal.
So, ever since last may,
I've been sitting in a cabin in Portland
trying to get the last 12 years down on paper,
hoping that when the hardcover comes out,
it'll seem worth it.
The short and soon-to-be declassified answer
will be on page 27
if anybody ever reads the stupid book.
Which is?
No two-dollar bill.
Two-dollar bill?
Gemini always left a two-dollar bill
in the hand of his victims.
You know, two...
Gemini twin sign.
We kept it from the press
to separate imitators and false confessors
from the real thing.
Did you guys find a two-dollar bill
I don't know about?
No.
There you go.
Copycat.
That's the other unfortunate consequence
of spending 12 years on one particular sicko.
You're the person they get out of bed
every time another one turns up.
Still, it gets me out of Portland for a while.
I hear it's nice up there.
Who told you that?
All it ever does is rain.
Imagine London, but full of hippies.
You coming in?
I have something to sort out.
I'll see you up there.
So did you meet Santoro?
Meet her?
She's not there ten minutes,
and she's already telling us
we're looking for a disgruntled white dude,
middle to lower middle class.
Based on what exactly?
She don't say.
These profilers, man,
they're just a cut below psychics.
They make these broad generalizations
that apply to almost anybody, then congratulate themselves
for being right no matter what turns up.
I had no idea it was such a sore point for you.
Well, let's just say
I've been accidentally pulled over
enough to know that there's a difference
between a profile and a suspect.
Is this it?
- This it right here? - No, no.
Browner, pointier.
Muttier.
Look, I'm just saying
real cops don't sit back
and theorize about whether a suspect
likes bingo or eats cornflakes.
I mean, we pound the pavement.
We work the dog biscuits, baby.
Here, boy. Here, boy.
Here's a good boy.
Tasty.
Come on. Come to daddy.
You guys should keep him after the sedation wears off.
Help cheer this place up.
Yeah, morgue mascot.
Just what we need.
You know, this little jerk
tried to bite my finger off earlier.
You know, gastric lavage
on an anesthetized dog... Not my job.
- I owe you one. - Yeah, you do.
That said...
American currency
has plastic security threads woven into the paper.
Makes them hard to digest.
It's a little ragged, but...
There's no question...
That's a two- dollar bill.
This does not mean it's the Gemini.
It just means the copycat is someone who had access
to classified information about the case.
If anything, it helps us narrow our profile
to someone who's probably in
or was let go from law enforcement.
Can we get records of any LAPD recently fired,
demoted or laid off?
And anybody with a psychiatric history.
We'll go through them, start a canvass asap.
Maybe somebody connects back to our victim.
Sound good?
Look, look, what if it were the Gemini killer?
The Gemini killer is dead, Detective.
I shot him myself.
Actually, a man named Arthur Minturn is dead.
Now, you're saying he's the Gemini because he fits the profile.
You have no idea what you're talking about.
I'm saying, if you happened to be wrong,
then we'd be wasting our time interviewing recently fired cops,
when we should be looking for a guy
who's been at this for more than a decade.
Your call, captain.
I'm just here to consult.
All right, pull the files.
Yes, ma'am.
Agent.
Agent Santoro.
Look, all Bird's asking
is if there is value in at least considering
the possibility that it's not a copycat.
I had no trouble parsing what he was saying.
Maybe you had trouble with my answer.
Look, I understand the implications.
Honestly.
I... I put an innocent man in jail for ten years...
Something I have to live with.
Mistakes happen.
It's part of the job.
I'm sorry you made a huge mistake, Detective.
I'm sorry if that mistake
probably ruined someone's life.
I'm-I'm sorry if it still keeps you up at night.
But I'm here to prevent another victim
from appearing on your board tomorrow.
Good night.
Hi, this is Hannah Britten,
leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
Honey, it's me.
Listen, I can't find my phone charger,
so if you have any idea where it is, could you call me?
Even if you don't, you can still call me.
You're saying you feel lied to?
No, I'm saying that apparently the people at Mountain Top Movers
knew she was more serious about this than I did.
How did she give you the impression she wasn't serious?
Look, we talked about it.
W-we... she's just visiting.
It's not a realistic option.
Is that what she's been saying,
or is that what you've been hearing?
Confirmation bias makes us susceptible to hearing
only things that reinforce our opinion,
and the more closely held our opinion, the more selective
we seem to be about the things
that we pay attention to.
I think I know what we've discussed.
She never mentioned calling the movers.
Trust me.
Can we just try something just for a minute?
I want you to try to think about
how Hannah would describe her situation.
Come on, I'm not going to role-play.
No, you don't have be Hannah per se,
but I just want you to try to imagine
where she is right now
and see if you can articulate
how she would describe things from her point of view.
Close your eyes.
You're kidding me.
Please.
Fine.
What do you want to know?
Tell me what it's like where Hannah is.
It's Oregon.
It's, uh... it's pretty.
Mountains, whatever.
Do you imagine that Hannah seems happy?
Happy?
Yeah, I guess.
And why do you think that is?
Because she likes the idea of starting over.
And why is that so appealing?
Because it's easier than staying here
and dealing with everything.
No, no, that is what you would say.
What would Hannah say?
I guess she...
She would like things
to be good again.
And what does that mean?
I don't know.
Okay, let me put it this way:
When Hannah imagines things being good again...
Are you a part of it?
What do you mean by that?
I guess I'm wondering if your fear
is less about the idea of Hannah leaving Los Angeles
and more about the idea of Hannah leaving you.
That's way off.
You said that,
even before the accident,
things were less than ideal between the two of you.
We have discussed the very real fact
that a large number of marriages
don't survive the loss of a child,
and yet you pretend that the idea of your relationship
being in jeopardy doesn't even occur to you.
It doesn't have to occur to me, does it?
I got you to point out that my marriage is falling apart.
Unfortunately, Detective,
the reality is that this is the way most marriages die...
Not with epic rounds of screaming matches,
not with threats or ultimatums, but
with two people who wander slowly away from one another
without a word.
They completely forget what it really means
to be together until one day,
they look up and they discover they're so far apart...
...there's no way back.
I may have a lead on that hancock ark home invasion.
I'm meeting with some guy who says he knows the fence.
I wouldn't mind a second opinion, see if he's for real,
unless you're busy.
No, I'm good.
Oregon?
What the hell are you going to do in Oregon?
I don't think I could ever leave L.A.
L.A. is perfect.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I went out with an actress the other day
who asked me to help her memorize lines.
She said the only way that she could get into the part
was to strip away everything
that wasn't part of the character, so she gets naked
and reads a script to me for an hour and a half.
I mean, you cannot find that in Oregon.
She read to you?
Naked.
You and I have different definitions of "perfect."
Wait, hold on.
Hold on, hold on, here it is.
I don't understand.
It's supposed to be here.
My informant said it was a pawnshop.
Who introduced you to this CI?
Nobody.
I was on a follow-up.
He came right up and said he might know something.
He came up to you?
Yeah, he...
Well, for a hundred bucks,
he said he'd tell me where it was.
What?
Wait.
- What, why'd you do that? - You just learned a $100 lesson.
If you have to buy it, it may be information.
If they're trying to sell it to you,
it's always BS.
I don't suppose the department is going to help me out
with that 100 bucks.
Think of it as a rookie tax.
Hi, this is Hannah Britten.
Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
The Mudflap Inn?
Forensics from Gemini's other cases suggest
he liked to set up a base
within a two-mile radius of the first kill,
get to know the area.
Cheap motels with classy names.
The sort of place nobody asks questions
if you walk in with blood on your shirt.
Exactly.
These are all within a couple miles of Griffith Park.
I figure, we divide and conquer,
should take us a couple hours.
We'll ask the questions Santoro doesn't want to,
and if it doesn't work out,
we'll go do the disgruntled cop interviews,
she'll be none the wiser.
Hello, Dr. Dave.
Excuse me.
Yeah.
Sir.
Good morning.
Start again?
I'm looking for a man who checked in over the last week...
Alone, would have kept himself to himself,
paid cash.
You just described pretty much everyone here.
All right, well, let's start
last Wednesday and move forward.
Would have stayed a couple nights, maybe still here.
That I would remember.
See, we deal pretty exclusively in hourly guests.
Yeah, okay.
Enjoy the movie.
LAPD!
Show me your hands.
Show me your hands!
Stop!
We've got these at the bottom of sleeping-bag.
We probably won't get any prints.
And what about the rest of the room?
Well, it's an abandoned building.
It's covered in a hundred different sets
of hairs, prints, fibers.
We'll run what we get, but there's no good way
to separate wheat from chaff.
I'm sorry. What were you doing in here again?
Based on the old cases, we were checking out motels
within a two-mile radius of the first murder,
seeing if anything popped.
Yeah, but this isn't a motel, so...
Well, no,
but it's opposite one, and I saw this building,
looked like the kind of place somebody might make camp...
Well, there are probably six abandoned buildings
on this street alone, not to mention all the buildings
across from the motels you checked out,
any one of which someone could have camped out in.
I'm just trying to understand
what specifically brought you in here.
Does it matter? This is where the guy was.
There were signs of a forced entry.
Lucky you were looking out for that kind of thing.
No, if I was lucky, I would have caught the guy.
And you never saw the suspect at all?
Is that right, Detective Bird?
I was at another motel.
How did you guys decide who'd take which motels?
Well, we tore a piece of paper in half.
You did?
We did.
I did. What's your point?
I just want to make sure
I completely understand how we all got here.
But I think I'm up to speed now.
- Excellent. - Thank you.
So,
we've got perimeters set up,
we got Metro going door to door.
We're just gonna have to wait and see
what sid come up with, okay?
Does the bureau have anything to add?
No, that sounds exactly right to me.
Good. Thank you.
Good night.
Excuse me, captain.
Can I talk to you for a moment?
It's about Detective Britten.
When I asked you for those files
on recently terminated,
disgruntled or troubled law enforcement officers,
guess who was in the stack?
Are you saying that you think
Detective Britten is the suspect?
I'm saying that for someone the department has chosen
to keep an eye on, Detective Britten seems to have
developed a pretty incredible knack
for being in the right place at the right time.
Let me go and get Rex, I'll drop him off at home.
I'll be at the station in 30 minutes or less.
All right.
What?
We got a call from someone claiming to be our guy.
When? What did he say?
Let's go. I'll play it for you.
Hello, Elizabeth.
It's me.
Knowing that a local cop got closer in one day
than you did in 12 years,
or knowing that someone's going to have
to rewrite the end of that book
you've been slaving away at?
After all we've been through,
you were really going to credit someone else for my work?
I thought we were closer than that.
That's it? Short.
Did not have any luck with the trace?
Yeah.
It took some work,
but he was able to follow it back to its originating number.
You recognize that number, Detective Britten?
Yeah. It's mine.
- Did we send a team? - We did.
We just need your consent to let them in.
Absolutely. Let's go.
No. Hang on.
Wh-where have you been for the last hour?
Where have I... been? I went to go home,
and I had to go... Why does it matter?
No one else in Los Angeles knows about that book, Detective.
You... you don't actually think that I made this call?
Look, no one is making
any accusation... no, no, she is. No.
We're just trying to put it all together.
Captain, Gemini either is
or was standing in my living room.
Gemini is dead, Detective.
You're sticking with that? Even after everything we've found?
What have we found?
You're out running,
you happen to find a body, which you point out meets
all the publicly available work of a dead serial killer.
And I mention a two-dollar bill, you go back
- and lucky you, find a two-dollar bill. - It's not luck.
There was a dog at the crime scene.
Then you get dispatched to follow a set of leads,
and instead, you take your partner off in one direction,
- While you, alone again, - My son is home in a few hours.
Go into a building, seemingly chosen at random
Can we go?
From all the other buildings along your route,
and lucky again, you find the killer.
Then after he gets away, the killer drops us a line,
congratulating you on your good work.
And of all the phones in the world he could use, he uses yours.
Do you think if it was me, I would be dumb enough
to make a call from my own house?
I think you think you're smart enough to use a phone,
you think wouldn't be traceable.
If this was guy was at my house,
then somehow, he's redirected the call
to make it look like it came from my house.
Either way, he's got you two wasting your time looking at me,
the only person who's made any headway in the case,
while he's free to pick out a second victim.
All right, let's talk about victims.
That guy you found in the park?
Turns out he's got a lengthy rap sheet
for child abuse and sex offenses. So what?
I wonder, if you were a cop losing his marbles,
if that's the kind of guy you might like to see disappear.
All right, all right, you know what? That's enough.
Detective Britten, do we have your consent
- to search your home and your car? - Yes.
- Can we go? - You are not going anywhere.
You're running out of time!
Then go and do it.
Be aware of this fact:
That while you're pawing through my drawers,
trying to find a way to tie me in,
he's out there free and clear, ready to deliver another body.
I drove down that street, Detective.
There were at least four buildings
that look like someone might have been
squatting there. Why did you choose that one?
Why did you choose
the Mountain Top Moving & Storage building
over all of them?
I told you.
I know.
And now I'm telling you, I need your weapon.
Where the hell have you been?
I'm sitting here an hour.
I don't hear a word from you.
You don't answer the phone, nothing.
I was making sure Rex didn't come home
while the SID team was tearing your place apart.
So what are you thinking?
You know what I'm thinking, Mike.
I'm thinking I don't know why
you went in that building either.
I'm thinking that ever since you came back,
you have been different;
that we don't work as a team the way we used to.
You playing hunches that you either can't or won't explain.
You tell me you're going one way, you go the other.
And then when I ask you about it,
you say something thin and try to make it sound like I'm going crazy.
So you think I had something to do with this?
If I thought you had something to do with it,
I wouldn't be here. I'm just saying
don't pretend things are how they used to be.
Now, uh... they won't let me take anything
from the evidence room.
Best I can do are these photos.
If you can pull a rabbit out the hat,
now's the time.
Thanks.
We get any prints back from these food items here?
Nothing that came up in the database.
A few partials, they don't all match.
Who knows how many people handled that stuff?
All right, here we go.
This napkin, you recognize that logo?
No, it's a napkin.
Some place with food.
Gemini killer has to eat, right?
Can we get nat to do an image search... please?
Bay Street Café, Gourmet Coffee Shop.
Napkin, mugs...
You can go online and get a T-shirt
with that thing on it, okay?
Six locations.
So we got Pasadena, Culver City, South Bay,
Venice, Brentwood, Malibu.
They're all miles away from the storage place.
Yeah, all in proximity to a park.
So, he gets a coffee while stalking his second victim?
Maybe.
Even if we pull all the units off the other parks
and concentrate on these six,
we're still talking hundreds of acres.
We're missing something.
You have the pictures of the first murder.
Holy...
What?
In the background.
Look at Santoro's cup.
She had that with her
when I picked her up in Brentwood.
Okay. The Brentwood location
is in the lobby of the Meridian Hotel.
Which is where she's staying.
- Hi, you got my voice-mail. - You know what to do.
I know you're not calling me back,
but I'm just gonna keep leaving you messages,
'cause I'm your mom and I love you
and one of these days,
you're gonna appreciate that I kept trying.
- Agent Santoro? - Yeah.
You've reached special agent Elizabeth Santoro.
Please leave a message after the beep.
She's not picking up.
Come on.
Okay, put out an attempt to locate on agent Santoro.
We need all units to respond to Temescal Canyon Park.
Nobody goes in or out.
What are you doing, Bird?
He can't be out of there.
Sorry, sir, park's closed tonight.
Why do you think I'm here?
Keep your eyes open in there.
Always.
Anybody come in or go out?
Just the FBI guy.
743. Officer needs...
Damn it, follow us.
Elizabeth, did you really think Minturn was me,
or did you just...
want it to end?
To see you try to tell the world
I'd failed, I'd lost...
Do you have any idea how troubling that was?
It's okay.
It's okay, it's okay.
Shh.
Mike.
Is that what you think?
That I want to go without you?
Well, why didn't you tell me
you'd called the movers?
'Cause I'm embarrassed.
I'm embarrassed that I want this.
That I, that I need it.
That...
When I got off the phone with the moving company,
or when I got off the plane in Oregon,
I felt...
I felt hope
like I haven't been able to for a long time.
I don't know how you do it.
I wish I could be as strong as you.
That's just something you have that I don't.
I know... you think that...
I just want to run away,
but I don't.
I don't want to forget him.
The part of Rex that I want to remember is right here.
Every time I look at you,
I see our son.
I see who we were
when we were with him.
And what I dream we could be again.
You think I want to leave that behind?
You're crazy.
So, you would move?
If that's what she needs,
I'll make it work.
But you and Rex, you would stay here.
Yeah, he lives here, he goes to school here.
He has his friends and tennis,
and he doesn't want to move.
What?
I don't want to give the wrong impression.
I think this represents progress.
Imagine that.
I just fear that this progress
is gonna be more painful than you seem to understand.
Come on, check out that view.
Two bedrooms.
And they say it backs up to a nature preserve.
I think that your ability to maintain
these two worlds relies heavily
on the fact that they're largely the same.
The visual priming that takes place
as you move through this world helps you form the other.
What are you doing?
Just enjoying the view.
Look at that. It's beautiful.
I think you're just gassed, and you're afraid to admit it.
Yeah?
Catch me.
But if your worlds
are completely different,
these connections will erode, and eventually,
I think one will begin to seem
more and more like what it is.
A fantasy.
So you think if I am in two different places,
one of them will fall apart?
Dreams are our way of processing reality.
If you move,
you're processing an entirely different world.
Living in Oregon,
your mind will eventually have to let go of L.A.
But understand
I think that this is a good thing.
In your dream,
you're beginning to recognize,
to wrestle with the fact that there comes a point
at which you have to move on.
Now, you'll fight it, which is natural.
It's healthy, even.
But sooner or later,
I think you'll let go.
See, you talk about me like I'm something
you've studied for or read in a textbook,
but you don't know.
No, this thing works because I make it work.
And nothing's gonna change that.
I won't let it.
This is Britten.
Hello, Detective.
Who is this?
You know, it's very strange.
For 12 years, no one's even come close,
and then in 48 hours, you and I run in to each other
twice.
I became terribly curious.
Just who is this man?
And what could be his secret?
So, I paid a visit to your therapist's office.
And now I understand.
Can you really not tell if you're awake
or asleep?
I bet they've told you that you're crazy.
That you need help.
That you need to get well.
You see, that's the thing
about guys like you and me.
There's no other way for us to be.
You take away what makes us us,
and what's left?
No, don't let them do that to you.
The world needs a few of us to see it...
Sideways.
Sweet dreams, Detective Britten.
And speaking just for myself,
I'd be very disappointed if you woke up.
Ladies and gentlemen, flight 402 to Portland
is boarding in ten minutes.
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